Witless For The Persecution

Napping happens to be serious to geezers.

One of my friends just called and interrupted my afternoon nap. So now it’s a 30 mile round trip to drive over and kill him. I hate when this happens.

I wish I could take a photo of how the air smells today. So, close your eyes, imagine, and read on. (???)
We had some honking thunderstorms last night around midnight. So, the air has been washed really, really clean.
Knowing you people, the best way I can describe it is, “it smells better than coffee”.
It’s a little earlier around here for any wildflowers, but we have honeysuckle, bearberry, and other blooming shrubs, so there’s just a certain je ne sais what-the-fuck going on that contributes.
The dog is lying on the porch with her nose pointed up 45°, just sniffing.
Smell it? That’s happiness.

What’s up ad nauseum…

We have put off the worst of choices by opting for major antibiotics.

The implied need for a quicksnapASAP decision was overstated by someone lower in the food chain who should have been reined in a bit before they spoke. When added to C’s understandably confused take on what was told her yesterday, we got my deeply addled sitch this AM.

The whole deal is, of course, quite serious, and will need to be addressed, but fortunately, not instantly. We know the whole MS thing is progressive and is going to get more and more unpleasant and it was probably good to get a another wake-up call. Wounds that go on for a year without healing are never a good sign.

I’m glad I’ve got you fools folks who will read and respond to my twattle and pifflings and friends on the ground here who will take my calls and bitch-slap me.

—-Ciao—-

More in the ongoing story…

The most annoying thing about dealing with the facility where my wife is resident, has to be that for some unknown and misguided reason they use the theme from “The Pink Panther” as their “on hold” music.
The suspense of today’s drama is already killing me, don’t make me listen to annoying “suspenseful” music as well.
I guess it could be the theme from “Jaws”.

(my daughter’s best friend uses that as the ring tone for when her mother calls)

I have been posting this morning’s various snarkiness while waiting to hear from the caregivers at my wife’s nursing home.
I just got the call.
For the last year she has had a series of open sores on her feet that were slow, or failed, to heal. These are the banes of the diabetic. One of the first things they told us when she was diagnosed with diabetes was “watch your feet”.
C had an MRI day before yesterday. It shows that she has a bone infection in her right foot. They are considering amputation.
We had a friend, also diabetic, who has now passed on, who lost both of his legs to the same kinds of infection.
While we always knew that this was a long-range possibility, it was, nonetheless, one of the biggest things that frightens C, and me as well. The part that is the worst, is that because of the mental impairment that is part of the MS, she is not truly able to make her own decisions. Her cognitive ability to evaluate all the ramifications is severely impaired.
These are not my feet.
But, I do not have any cognitive impairment and if I were in her situation, at her age, facing a lifetime in nursing care, I don’t know but that I might want the option to take an exit card if it were offered.
Within the belief system that we both share, we have always felt that the quality of life is at least as important as the quantity.
Jumping’ jeebzus, this whole living and dying thing sure ain’t easy. I’m going to go reduce things from the cosmic plane to that of the mundane and try to just plain get back for a while.
More, whenever…

Sigh…

I hate it when sites I like stop posting or a blogger I enjoy “goes away”. Not the drama “goes away”, with the angst and self-serving farewells, just the POOF-gone ones.

The latest seems to be http://www.sorryimissedyourparty.com/ which was one of the very first sites I stumbled on back when we got internet after three years without here in the boondocks. This was not the internet I had left behind when we moved… this was new. I refreshed through about 40 pages, snickering and snarfing. It is photos off Flickr of disastrous occurrences at various other people’s parties. Projectile vomiting, inadvertant photobombs, poor behavior… it had it all. It was disgusting and engaging in that fascinating way that “People of WalMart” is.

Enough… the blogger apparently has other stuff that engages her now. But it was fun. Thanks for the ride.